Months have passed and yes, I must admit I’m so inconsistent when it comes to posting and updating my blog. Right now, I’m trying the best that I could to publish one. When you’re at work, where do you usually sit? Or where do you prefer? If you ask me, I prefer sitting near the window,… Continue reading Wanderer
If there are no changes, there are no IMPROVEMENTS. I said I hate changes, and change as we all know is inevitable and it’s the only constant thing that ever exists. But I think my perception is about to change. I am currently on my tenth day or most probably, the last day of my… Continue reading Embrace The Changes
God, days pass so fast. Who would have thought that it’s going to be Valentine’s day in few more days? Well, that’s not what I really want to point out here. It’s already February and still no progress with my wee space here, I’ve been pretty much preoccupied with everything in my life, and it… Continue reading Mission Accomplished for Library of Souls
I’ve been playing with my keys and with words as well, killed my backspace key to delete the words I think are wrong and should not be read, which I wish could be done to my thoughts as well. To delete some permanently and make my mind even more at peace. This will be just… Continue reading The 4am Thoughts
In response to the Daily Post’s Writing Prompt: Your Days are Numbered At such a young age, my life was tied earlier than I expected, not because I got a child now, no, it was years ago when it all started. My teen years were filled with music, fun, competitions, and to be candour enough,… Continue reading Memories Deep Deep Down
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.” It started when I was truly young. She was the apple of their eyes, a sweetheart of everyone, and for them, the most beautiful and smartest girl then. And I was like a shadow, her shadow. I was her backup for a long time, when… Continue reading SHE
In Response to the Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect? If there’s something I would like to have as a gift, that is to be able to paint or draw, all the capacity to flick my wrist and fingers to sashay the smooth paintbrush on an empty canvass. A pencil even. When I was young I… Continue reading Perfect…. errr… No.